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Summary: When an evil goddess is accidently released from millennia of captivity, she uses her powers to torment the descendants of her enemies -- Buffy, Willow and Xander. Giles must use an ancient Greek artifact to summon the ancestors who defeated her before.

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PROLOGUE - Unfinished business

Reflections: Warrior...Innocent...Fool
A "BtVS/XENA: Warrior Princess" Crossover
by Dalton S. Spence

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SPOILER WARNING: Occurs after "Prophecy Girl"
RATING: R - Restricted
CONTENT WARNING: This story depicts scenes of violence and/or their aftermath, and a strong love relationship between two consenting adult women. If you are under 18 years of age or if this type of story is illegal in the state or country in which you live, please do not read it. If depictions of this nature disturb you, you may wish to read something other than this story.
CLASSIFICATION: C - Crossover with Xena: Warrior Princess
SUMMARY: When an evil goddess is accidently released from millennia of captivity, she uses her powers to torment the descendants of her enemies -- Buffy, Willow and Xander. Giles must use an ancient Greek artifact to summon the ancestors who defeated her before -- Xena, Gabrielle and Joxer.
DISCLAIMER: Buffy, Giles, the Slayerettes and all other characters who have appeared in the series "Buffy the Vampire Slayer," together with the names, titles and backstory are the sole copyright property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Inc., Kuzui Enterprises, Sandollar Television, 20th Century Fox Television and the Warner Brothers Television Network. Xena, Gabrielle, Joxer and all other characters who have appeared in the syndicated series "Xena: Warrior Princess," together with the names, titles and backstory are the sole copyright property of MCA/Universal and Renaissance Pictures. No copyright infringement was intended in the writing of this fan fiction. All other characters, the story idea and the story itself are the sole property of the author. I'm too broke to be sued, anyway. (But if any of you think my literary skill presents that much of a risk, feel free to HIRE me!)
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was my second attempt at a Buffy fanfic, so please be kind. It was started between seasons 1 and 2, but was never finished due to RL concerns. (For an estimated time of completion, read my pen name backwards. :) )

PROLOGUE - Unfinished business

The morning after...

Principal Snyder looked on in dismay as a team of workers tried to clear the wreckage from what had once been one of the finest high school libraries in California (due mainly to an unnamed benefactor who kept mysteriously donating rare and valuable works). Thank GOD this school year is almost over! I really don't think I can take much more of this. he thought, mentally subtracting the cost of the repairs from the already shaky school budget. "I don't suppose you could tell me just what happened here?" he asked the nervous librarian who stood beside him.

"I sincerely wish I could," replied Giles, imagining the little dictator's expression if he learned exactly what had transpired last night. "I came in this morning and found it like this." Which was true ... after the dance, he had sent Buffy and Angel back to remove and hide the Master's skeleton, and hadn't returned until this morning. "I suppose there was some strange geological phenomena last night that was connected to the earthquake earlier this week." This was also true; the Master and the Hellmouth were responsible for both. "Look on the bright side. Although there was some structural damage, none of the books were harmed. I think we were quite lucky, considering how irreplacable some them are."

The harrassed principal glared at him. "YOU don't have to justify the expense before the board of trustees."

Giles looked at him, puzzled. "Surely, the insurance ..."

"DON'T TALK TO ME ABOUT INSURANCE!" Snyder took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "After the year this school has just had, what insurance company do you thing would be crazy enough to cover us? Oh, they couldn't cancel our policy outright, but they could, and did, demand we either renegotiate the terms so that we had the absolute minimum coverage required by law, or pay a hefty increase in premiums. Why do you think I keep telling everybody not to sue us for every little accident? Our liability coverage is pitiful, and natural disasters or `Acts of God' aren't covered at all!"

What about unnatural disasters or 'Acts of Satan'? Giles almost added, but wisely kept silent. Right now he was wondering if he could get the Watchers group to insure the books they sent him.

"Which reminds me..." Snyder added, pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket and handing it to Giles, "this is official notification that the employees group life policy will no longer cover death by unexplained exsanguination, animal attacks or murder by students. Have a nice day." As he wandered back to his office, he wondered if this might be a good time to take up his twin brother's standing invitation. His `place' in New York might be cold, damp, and a bit noisy, but at least it would be peaceful -- and safe. I could use the sound of rattling pipes about now, he thought nostalgically.

"I suppose this means I'll have be easy on you during practice," chirped a cheerful voice behind him. "I wouldn't want to put my favorite Watcher in the charity ward." Giles turned to see Buffy, who was looking much too chipper for someone who had literally `come back from the dead' the night before. Before he could respond, her expression suddenly became serious. "Giles, we have to talk. Angel thought of something important last night that we have to take care of right away."

Giles, intrigued (and a bit disturbed), led the way to his office, only to find Xander and Willow already waiting for them there. "So, what seems to be the problem? I trust you managed to dispose of the Master's remains without trouble?"

"We put the bones in a box, and hid them underneath the altar at St. Timothy's. Angel figures they should be safe on holy ground until we can figure out a more permanent solution."

"Like the man said, what's the problem?" interrupted an annoyed Xander. He'd been planning on sleeping in today, and was in the middle of the best dream he'd had in months when Buffy had called insisting on this meeting. "The good guys won, the bad guys lost, Apocalypse was averted. Surely we get some down time now, right?"

Buffy shrugged. "Apparently not. Angel says the Master collected a number of very powerful magical artifacts to use after he rose, to make the job of conquering the world that much easier. In the wrong hands, they could cause almost as much trouble as an open Hellmouth would."

"I see," said Giles, "so he thinks we should get them before the Annointed One and his friends do?" Buffy nodded. "Right then. I trust Angel knows where to look for these items?"

"The Master's lair. He wasn't a very trusting, so they are probably hidden within the boundary of the Hellmouth seal, in a secret chamber underneath the main cavern." She reached into her purse and gave a folded sheet of paper from it to Giles. "This is a list of all the Master's souvenirs, at least those Angel could remember. The ones he actually saw in the Master's possession are underlined, the others he heard about either second or third hand. He said he'd meet us at the entrance tonight."

Giles briefly scanned the list, shuddering in horror at the few names he recognized. "You would think that opening the gates of Hell would be enough for any villain, but this ... defies description. If he had actually used half these things ... let's just say that a vacation on the other side of the Hellmouth would start to look very attractive." He turned to the others and said, "I don't think we can afford to wait until sunset."

Greece, the "Age of Heros"

The battle was over, and the mad goddess Callisto had finally been defeated. It had taken the combined efforts of several other gods to lay the trap that Xena had planned so carefully, and that Gabrielle had so courageously baited, but it was Joxer's last second foolish bravery that had allowed them to shut the trap with nobody getting killed. Xena laughed, remembering the look of disbelieving fury on Callisto's face in that split second before the spell of the gods had turned her to stone, when she realized exactly WHO was responsible for her downfall.

"Joxer, a real hero! I saw it, and I still can't believe it," muttered Gabrielle as she bound his wounded arm. Apparently she wasn't the only one. For once, Joxer had a perfectly legitimate heroic deed to boast about, but instead he was remaining sullen and silent. It was as if he was angry about something. Suddenly he got up, and walked quickly out of the door of the cave. What's his problem? she wondered, then quickly forgot about it as she tried to put into words the amazing adventure that had happened today.

Xena could have told her if she had asked. Instead, she followed Joxer outside into a moonlit clearing, only to see him stop, turn and listen to some unseen speaker. She stayed hidden at the edge of the clearing, silently listening to the one-sided conversation.

Joxer shook his head violently. "NO!" he said emphatically, then as if remembering his manners, quickly added, "Thank you very much for the offer. It's tempting, I will admit that. But if I can't have her love without magic, I'd rather not have it at all. It wouldn't be -- real -- you see, and I'd be taking something that rightfully belonged to someone else. ... No, I'm not being noble. I just want her to be happy. Isn't that what love's about?" Suddenly his head jerked as if he'd been ... kissed? ... on the cheek, and the corners of his mouth turned up in a bashful smile as he waved goodbye to the invisible presence. Xena knew he was probably blushing, but in the moonlight who could tell. She was surprised when he said, "You can come out now, Xena."

"How did you know I was there?" she asked him as she stepped into the clearing.

"I didn't," he admitted. "I was just playing the odds. It was a toss up whether you or Gabrielle would have witnessed that, and I was feeling lucky tonight."

Xena smiled at his feeble joke. "I take that was Aphrodite?" When he nodded, she continued. "I can play the odds too. With all that talk of love it was either her or her son ... and we both know Cupid's arrow isn't bent that way!"

"Give his fashion sense, one could be forgiven for wondering," said a third unexpected voice, one that Xena recognized immediately. She stiffened, then forced herself to relax as turned to face Ares.

"I suppose I should thank you for your help in destroying Callisto," she admitted grudgingly.

"What, you think the few drops of Hinds blood you mixed with the Medusa venom actually killed her? Sadly, the effect will only be temporary, and it's all HIS fault!" he replied, pointing at Joxer.

"TEMPORARY?!?" Xena yelled, striding angrily up to the God of War. "Just how temporary is it, and has Joxer to do with it?"

"Oh, just a couple of thousand years or so, and he bled on her." Noticing their confusion, Ares explained. "When Joxer knocked Gabrielle out of the path of your chakram, he was cut by the unpoisoned side you'd used to hold it. A couple of drops of his blood spun around to the poisoned side, contaminating and diluting the spell. Now it has an escape clause; should any of his descendants ever touch her again, the spell will be broken."

Joxer swallowed nervously, then bravely faced the Olympian. "The answer's simple then. I just won't have children."

Ares laughed at this. "A noble sacrifice I'm sure, but one that's not only unnecessary but dangerous. The spell will break anyway after enough time has passed, and the only one who has a chance of reinstating it is one of your blood. So you see, damned if you do, more damned if you don't."

Joxer looked only moderately relieved at this. "Let me get this straight. Thousands of years from now, a descendant of mine has to find Callisto, wake her up and put her back to sleep again? Have I missed anything important?"

Unnoticed, Gabrielle had arrived in the clearing just in time to hear Joxer's summation. Wow, a real live god-given prophecy! she thought, What a great story this will make. Like the others, she waited beathlessly for the answer.

"No, basically that's it." admitted Ares.

"Well, all I can say is he had better have friends like mine, or he won't stand a chance in Hades, even with my blood in him."

Ares smile turned mysterious. "Don't worry, he will. In fact, his friends will be directly descended from yours." With that stunning pronouncement, the God of War vanished as quickly as he came.
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